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apple-tree arms bard beauty behold bended beneath blood bower breast breath bright brow castle Celyddon Chaucer cloud crowned dark dead death deep doth Ebenezer Elliott eyes Fair Rosamonde Felicia Hemans Flat Holms flower foes gloom glory grace grave gray green hand Hark hath heard heart heaven Herne the hunter hills holy hour isle king King Arthur lady ladye land light live lonely look Michael Drayton mighty Miserere mountains Muse night o'er pale peace Percy's Reliques Prince purple queene river RIVER CLWYD rock Rose round Saxon scene shade Shee shore sigh silent song soul sound stone stood stream swans of Wilton sweet tears thee thine Thomas Warton thou thoughts towers trees Ulpha unto Uttoxeter vale Walsingham WARKWORTH Hermitage waves weary Wellesbourne Widemouth Bay Wight wild William Lisle Bowles William Wordsworth Win-Hill wind Windsor woods Woodspring WOODSTOCK
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 42 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Stran 44 - Oh ! then, If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, And these my exhortations ! Nor, perchance, If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice...
Stran 42 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive...
Stran 79 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Stran 91 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Stran 87 - Her eyes were fair, and very fair : Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they ? I pray you tell.
Stran 88 - And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there.
Stran 79 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Stran 18 - Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled...
Stran 85 - Girt with many a baron bold, Sublime their starry fronts they rear; And gorgeous dames, and statesmen old In bearded majesty appear.